Page 109 of Every Shade of Shadow

“You’re going to share consciousness…you’re going to share everything.”

The world pulls into focus and I realize I’m in Sabrina’s room. There’s her infamous poster of Jon Bon Jovi in a bathtub on the wall, foam covering his crotch. I never saw the appeal, but she’s always had a thing for classic rock stars.

There’s a photo of us pinned to a board on the wall where I’m pretending to strangle her, old concert ticket stubs and dusty sports ribbons from her high school days. Otherwise, it’s like any other college room with its popcorn ceiling and sea of strewn clothing.

Sabrina herself is lying on her back on the bed, blanket pulled up to her neck. Her chest rises and falls in a slow, gentle rhythm.

Oh, Sab. What the hell am I doing here?

Shadows begin to pour across the floor, from the air vents, cracks in the wall—everywhere. They swim to where Sabrina lies prone, tiny threads of smoke dissolving in their wake.

Get up! I scream, no longer wanting any part of this, but I’ve got no voice, no body.

A wave of cool air flows past me as the blanket covering Sabrina is pulled away, floating to the floor. Her slender body is naked in front of me apart from her tiny, baby blue thong.

Sabrina! I’m shouting. Move!

Nothing.

One shadow coils around her neck, another sliding down her chest. It circles a nipple while two more shadows run up her legs. They disappear under her thong, the thin material stretched upwards until it snaps and is drawn free by another shadow, her bare pussy in full view. The shadow on her chest rolls her nipple, the other two working on spreading her legs apart.

No.

Sab’s eyes flicker, but she remains asleep. Her lips part, a lustful moan leaving them as I begin to mirror her consciousness. I feel what she feels, the cold touch of the shadows running up my inner thighs, the pressure around my nipples increasing. My legs scissor apart in time with my friend’s, lifting into the air.

We’re exposed, vulnerable…ready to be defiled by whatever foul creatures come hither.

A fourth shadow swoops down from the ceiling and centers around Sabrina’s pussy, tendrils of black peeling back her labial folds. There’s pressure over my clit, goosebumps rising all over my body as the sensations begin to intensify.

This is wrong. So wrong.

A thin thread of that shadow pushes through my folds, a familiar voice storming my thoughts.

I want him to be brutal. To touch me cruel. To take what he wants and not give a fuck whether I like it or not. Six feet, broad shoulders, beard… No short-ass, bald motherfuckers. A seedy bar on the Interstate. I’m all alone in the middle of the night, listening to the blues. There are red blotches on the counter from the spotlights overhead. I’m standing between two stools, my fingers loose around a glass of whiskey. He walks in. I look at him over my shoulder. Neither of us utters a word. He approaches me and bends me over the counter.

Damn, Sabrina.

I thought I knew you.

I don’t even have the time to reflect on the magnitude of my mistake. A force rolls us over. Through half-open eyes I find we’re hovering a good six inches from the bed, ass in mid-air, shades of red light washing around the room. A pair of red lips lands on my shoulder blade, the sensation of a hard length along my slit making me whimper. One of the shadows slides up and down our pussy, the remaining three dancing over our back.

Sabrina is semi-conscious now, but a shadow has gagged her—stuffed itself into her throat so all she can do is wheeze, her eyes widening with panic.

He bites into my shoulder.

At this, sharp teeth sink into our flesh, our folds, splitting around the inky blackness. A moan flies out of our mouth as our insides cling to that hard length.

We’re so fucking wet.

I drift, separating myself from her.

I’m looking at Sabrina from the left, her body shivering and nipples erect. She puts her right hand over her breasts and squeezes hard, another wheeze following. A shadow plunges into her and disappears, before withdrawing over her ass.

He pounds my cunt fast and hard. He slaps my ass because I’ve been a bad girl. He makes me pay for it like the useless bitch I am.

Two more shadows float over her ass cheeks and become paddles. They fall over the big rounds of her ass at the same time, solid. Sabrina’s poor body jerks with each strike, throat choking and wheezing out sound. Pleasure or pain…somewhere in the no man’s land between.

I feel it too, our consciousnesses still connected, the sweet reminder of Darkwood’s huge hand swinging down against my ass.

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